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“Only when it comes to you.” His response was quick and full of affection.
“I can work with that.” I liked that I might be different for him. Someone special.
Delilah always got the good guys, the ones who stuck around. Why couldn’t I have a guy like that for me, even if it were only for a short time?
“What did you have in mind, Remi?”
I loved the smooth, velvet sound of my name on his lips. “There’s a yoga class I’d love to check out. It’s at a rose farm. I might see if they want to partner together. See if they want my juice.”
My face heated. I couldn’t say juice anymore without thinking of Colton licking mine.
“Yoga?”
“You’ve done yoga before, right?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, no.”
Of course not. The growly cop wouldn’t do anything that would make him appear less manly, would he?
“I’m not very flexible.”
“It’s all those tight muscles.” Those who ran or lifted heavy weights usually weren’t as bendy.
“You took notice of my body, Rem?” His voice was a low rumble in my chest.
I liked it a little too much. My fingers tapped a rhythm on the counter. “It’s hard to miss.”
He made a sound that sounded like he was choking. When he recovered, he asked, “When is this class?”
“Tomorrow at ten. I’ll pick you up?” I loved the idea of the burly cop folding himself into my tiny car.
“Yeah, no. I’ll pick you up in my truck. There’s more space.”
“You don’t think you’ll fit in my car?” The thought of Colton in my tiny bug was laughable.
“Oh, I’ll fit.” His voice was low and rumbly.
And I knew he wasn’t talking about my car. “I didn’t know you were capable of sexual innuendos.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
I squeezed my thighs together at his insinuation that I might find out. “I look forward to getting to know the man under the badge—and that tight uniform.”
Did he let go with his bed partners, or did he retain control? Would he play my body until I was strung tight, unraveling me at the perfect moment? Or would he savor every response, memorizing it for later?
I barely restrained the groan that wanted to erupt from my throat. I was so far gone, I couldn’t remember why I’d called him in the first place.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”
I’d almost hung up when he added, “And Remi? Please don’t wear that lace top.”
“You liked it?” I thought so, but I wanted him to admit it.
“If you wear it in public, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“What if I want to see you out of control?” I couldn’t help but tease him. I loved this new side he was showing. A little relaxed, a lot worked up—for me—and willing to step outside of his comfort zone.
“We’re in trouble then.”
